Jugemu, Jugemu,
your heart is tired,
and the precious things are lost.
Say hello, goodbye,
memories of meetings and partings repeat.
Jugemu, Jugemu,
your heart is tired,
and yet people still eternally hope.
But hello, goodbye,
learn to sing from the heart, that’s how we do.

It often takes time to bear the fruit of one’s actions.
But even so, paradise on earth is becoming more distant.
We are those foolish human beings,
possessing a special skill called “to forget.”

Look, nothing but idiots, nothing but idiots, it repeats.
They question the current education and morals.
Nothing but idiots, nothing but idiots, it repeats.
That kid is crying again today.

When we talk about tomorrow, a devil laughs.
But even so, paradise on earth is a beautiful dream.
We are those foolish human beings,
possessing a special skill called “to dream.”

But nothing but idiots, nothing but idiots, it repeats.
Fireworks dance in the night sky of a foreign country.
Nothing but idiots, nothing but idiots, it repeats.
The memories were left behind.

I’m sure the future will forget us.
Come, we can’t go back to crying and singing.
We were born in such a world.
Now, even though you scream over and over, it won’t reach anyone.

Jugemu, Jugemu,
your heart is tired,
and the precious things are lost.
Say hello, goodbye,
memories of meetings and partings repeat.
Jugemu, Jugemu,
your heart is tired,
and yet people still eternally hope.
But hello, goodbye,
learn to sing from the heart, that’s how we do.

We paint our ABCs in the dust.
Memory is a fleeting thing.
No one knows what the future holds.
Rapid progress can turn into a funeral procession.

Jugemu remembered the confusing meaning.
Memory is vague and means everything.
We wish for eternity, Jugemu’s hope.
Is it too late?

I’m sure the future will forget us.
Come, we can’t go back to crying and singing.
But we won’t forget,
we won’t turn our eyes away from reality.
The past, the lies, the grief, the scars, the tears,
they’re all restored in this heart.
Dreams, love, we hope for their freedom.
Until eternity is allowed in the world, let’s struggle.

Jugemu, Jugemu,
your heart is tired,
and the precious things are lost.
Say hello, goodbye,
memories of meetings and partings repeat.
Jugemu, Jugemu,
your heart is tired,
and yet people still eternally hope.
But hello, goodbye,
learn to sing from the heart, that’s how we do.